Poetry · Writing

miscellaneous drawer

i’ll

find it in that third drawer from the left;

the miscellaneous drawer,

a ring (emerald) a pokemon card(hypno) candy rapper(snickers)

a day shoved away third from the left left to waste

a chase on a tuesday night wrinkled in time a page on a scrapbook for any wary traveler

to find:

brake light on third street dealing gambits and starting three like a warrior

marry her on the third street only put her to sleep not acting herself

to end up third to the left

found third to the left

to the left

Poetry · Writing

first floor – second deck hall of a balcony still under construction

i only can picture you

not in a frame or a scrapbook

a memory;

where we all live

in harmony dancing on the first floor

our favorite floor

the song- our song

the one that hasn’t been written

it’s our favorite,

and you’ll hold me

run your fingers through my hair;

(you know i love that shit)

you know i love you

since the moment i saw you

that song began

my- our favorite

on this first floor

of this safe place

Poetry · Writing

yes.

should i?

wander around this empty room reading the same lines until they are burned into my brain

should i?

sing it in a different note feel it bottle in my throat read it write it on a different note

should i?

read about it on the front page kick it into another gauge feed it all into my road rage

should i?

show up at your door let you know this is meant for more i’ll never leave this is what i stand for

should i?

Poetry · Writing

lonely chamber

i believe you only get one

one real shot

at changing the way the world spins;

so will wait

finger on the trigger

eyes pierced into a lens

sweat falling off my brow

ancy as fuck

watching the fire;

knowing there is only one in the chamber-

it won’t come back i’m not ms. jolie

so i have to make this count-

this world wasn’t meant to spin

counter clockwise

Poetry · Writing

the way; the only way

it wasn’t the beautiful eyes

your beautiful smile

what you love, intrest

the way your cheeks shine when you laugh,

i mean really laugh

the way your voice perks up when you talk about something you love

when you talk about your future

how you want to impact this world

the way you touch me

the way you walk

the way you talk

the way you love me

it’s how you saw me;

the way your beautiful mind puts me together like a puzzle

 

Poetry · Writing

a fighter

every inch, was not a promise

gloves without the ring

night without the moon

yet, we are howling.

wanderer without a road

ready for adventure.

and you gave me the map

taught me to read the legend

handed the pen to script the legend.

the spine in my back

the knuckles of my fist

the blood i spill